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Any enjoyment is weakened when shared.

quote by Marquis de Sade
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The real thing is, you should be seeing these plays in the Theatre. That's what they were written for. That's where the enjoyment is. Studying them is no enjoyment whatsoever.

quote by Tony Randall
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Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.

quote by Samuel Johnson
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Plains are dull

Enjoyment is getting what you wanted.
Entertainment is enjoying what is
presented.
Enjoyment brings pain before or after.
Entertainment does it in the process.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Burden Bearer

Shared Joy is double joy,
It keeps on multiplying.

Shared Sorrow is half a sorrow
In time will be decreasing.

Shared Hope is flaming hope
Ignites our inspiration

Shared prayer is sure answer
For God's our Burden Bearer.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Cool Fool

From your junkie drawer (? )
You fell onto the floor
Uh then got up up for more
I remember the night
Uh you blew away
You just couldnt wait
You were weakened with love
And you were closin the gate
From your fair we dem (? ? ? )
Your eyes were rough again
I thought I knew you when
I remember the night
Uh you blew away
You just couldnt wait
You were weakened with love
And you were closin the gate
From your liquid sea
Your shotgun sympathy (? )
Uh then you preached nothins free (? )
I remember the night
Uh you blew away
You just couldnt wait
You were weakened with love
And you were closin the gate
(heh heh) [laughter? ]

song performed by by Cars
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The response gives pleasure.

The speaker knows the story he narrates.
His enjoyment is not in its contents
But in the responses the story evokes.
In a fore play, a man is in action.
His enjoyment is not in his action
But in the writhes it stimulates.
07.09.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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More In An Inescapable Desperation

I'm in no longer with a 'need' for you.
I desire for this bleeding,
To stop my 'wanting'.
You are there in my mind,
Haunting.

I...I...

And I wish to let go!
But nowhere can it be dropped!
In my heart that beats...
Your presence is complete.
Unstoppable...
As if a craving has been started!

I'm in no longer with a 'need' for you.
You are within me.
In every move I take...
My breath is yours!
And there is no escape.

I...I...
I am adoring you!

I once was able to fake your importance.
But now you have become my life!
I'm in no longer with a 'need' for you.
I am more in an inescapable desperation!
Fixed.
And I admit this situation.
Desperate...
But somehow elated!

I...I...
I am adoring you!

I'm in no longer with a 'need' for you.
You are within me.
In every move I take...
My breath is yours!
And there is no escape.

I...

Weakened is my wish to let you go.
Weakened I am feeling this...
As if a conflict within goes.

But nowhere can you be dropped!
In my heart that beats...
Your presence is complete.
Unstoppable...
As if a craving has been started!
And I seek for you to feed me.

I...I...
I am adoring you!

I...

Weakened is my wish to let you go!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Question Of The Heart

I feel the adrenaline surfing through my heart
I feel sweat all over my weakened heart
Upon mentioning of your name my heart is lost
Where is it, please give it back
It is all i have to make it through another day
I love you

In search of my lost heart, i have expectation
In turn i have found nothing but self imposed disapointments
How do i make it through another day with my weakened heart
How do i find peace within that unstable heart when you are around
My heart will march across north and south to be with you
I love you

poem by Denice Logan
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Warchild ('78 Demo)

Warchild, your heart is broken
Your mind is breakin', it's such a shame
Warchild, your body's broken
Your woman's taken, it's not a game
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams
Warchild, I used to love you
The whole world loved you, we used to care
Warchild, your mind has been emptied
So all you do now is just sit n' stare
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams
Your lady's waiting, she's hesitating
Not knowing why
Warchild, the pain you're showing
The pain is knowing that you're gonna die
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams

song performed by by Def Leppard
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Caked In Dust

Nit picking is your 'special' gift.
And you snicker when you wish to needle.
Knowing it annoys a bit.

I'm bottled up.
You don't seem to know when it's enough.
I wish I could adhesive tape,
The flow of the rushing stuff...
I would love to hush up.

I'm bottled up.
And feeling like I'm sinking in a tub.
Corrupted by the notion this is love.
But the love I felt is caked in dust...
And pains me in the gut.

I'm bottled up.
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
Bottled up.
Like a pin stuck through a beetle.
Bottled up!
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
And this sickens me to heave...
Too weakened I am I can't leave.

I'm bottled up.
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
Bottled up.
Like a pin stuck through a beetle.
Bottled up!
And feeling pricked, nit picked and needled.
And this sickens me to heave...
Too weakened I am I can't leave.

I'm bottled up.
Too weakened I am I can't leave.
And I know this gives you pleasing relief!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tears Come

In the flood of tears we drown and curse,
Forcing statements entrancing us.
The flood has arrived for our enjoyment,
To matter, the rains have us perished.
Days of dancing are nights so entrancing,
Mathematics is the sin of this planet.
Master of enjoyment is about and around,
Forming rage and more rage in straight lines.
Instruct the engine of hate to whistle
In the attempt to love and no more hate.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Same Mother

They each shared
the same mother
shared the same loss of her

when the time came
gave the same
last wave

when she was
driven off
to crematorium

and then grave
but each had
their own mother

whom they shared
with no other
one with whom

they shared
a particular time
or place

sitting quietly
face to face
sharing a secret

or confessing
a deed done
or just

the mother to child meeting
with just the two
at some given time

at some particular place
some given year
to share a problem

or tears or anxieties
or deeper fears
and knowing

she would listen
as only mother's can
or do

sharing the time and love
with each particular
person called you

whether daughter or son
she shared
her equal love and time

and yet each knew her
each thought
they knew her best

and carried away
their own best times
in her company

without the rest
their own moments shared
but deep down

they knew
she had her love for each
and each was equal

to the rest
for she never had
a favourite

nor considered
any one the best
so they all shared

the same mother
in the end
all grieved her going

each in their own way
hoping or believing
they would share her

once again
some better place
some future day.

poem by Terry Collett
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Less Involved In It

If you lived your life right,
Doing something on a daily basis...
You cared to do and liked.
Would I be the one still privy to your complaints?

Would you find more or less excuses,
To proclaim what I am not.
With accusations of what I ain't?

If you lived 'your' life right,
Would you be more inclined...
To restrain your draining,
Of any happiness others find!
Or will you discover,
Your mind has been confined?

And if you did live your life right...
Would you noticed what others did,
From morning until noon.
With your eyes fixed on their nights?

Or would you be too busy,
In the enjoyment shared with friends?
Giving and receiving,
That which you have yet to get...
To lend to blend in!

Because that life you 'say' you live,
Has you less involved in it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me Honesty

She, she's been crying to me.
She, she's been trying.
She, she's been signing to me,
With words in her eyes, that says she means it!

We've often talked about the possibility
Of loving no more and setting each other free.
I can love you, just give me, honesty.

Don't take your love away from me.
We can try, we have necessities.
Chances are in our favor,
Open your heart, there it will occur.

Remember when the day was white
We shared the time, we shared the light.
Remember when the moon shone bright
We shared the time, we shared the night.

Give yourself to me and you will see,
One way to live just give me honesty.

poem by Ruben Tover
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Not Meant To Confuse

What I shared with them,
Was not meant for you.
The sharing that was done,
Was just for them.
With a doing I did,
That was not meant to confuse.

If a sharing done between you two,
Invited a confusion because you wanted it to...
Then,
How does that involve me?
What I shared with them,
Had nothing to do with you.

What I shared with them was not meant for you.
As to why you were included?
Shouldn't you be the one,
To ask them that question?
Since you believe there is something hidden,
That needs to be addressed and confessed.

However, I will make this suggestion...
Minding one's own business enhances one's happiness.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Funny moments shared with her

Funny moments shared with her
Lodged inside my head
Laughing loud just having fun
Alive and never dead

Funny moments shared with her
Sometimes hot or cold
Never will it be the same
The story I've been told

Funny moments shared with her
Will bring a smile to me
Oh baby can we laugh once more
I'm missing us the we

poem by Bradley Lester
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Allegory

I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.
I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,
With yellow body and the wheels of red,
Because it was only used for one employment,
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight:
A son called Frolic, who was never still:
Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright!
Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill,
Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite,
And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill.

poem by Thomas Hood
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Allegory: A Moral Vehicle

I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.
I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,
With yellow body and the wheels of red,
Because it was only used for one employment,
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight:
A son called Frolic, who was never still:
Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright!
Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill,
Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite,
And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill.

poem by Thomas Hood
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Roses for us

A red Rose stands for the love we shared
A blue Rose for the burses you gave me
A Yellow Rose for all the days we shared out in the sun
A pink Rose for all love we shared
And A black Rose for all the time we will never share..

poem by Joe Johnson
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Crippled

My heart,
Aches.
My eyes fill with tears.
My arms are vacant.
My steps are weakened.
And I can not eat.
With wishes to hear a voice,
From me that has disappeared.

I am not sure what this is I have.
And sick inside I am with it.
However,
I am beginning to connect the symptoms.
There is evidence...
I am sure of this.
And it is sitting,
Remaining to convince me...
As it takes residence in my mind!
I am missing you.
And I do my best to keep that denied.
Oh...
What a liar I am.

You did say I would,
Miss you.

'You are going to miss me one day!
More than you now realize.'
One day to me you said.
To now yearn for you to fill an empty bed.

And I thought you were being dramatically poetic! ?
You weren't!
And I did not get it.
Now I do...
As I limp with crushed emotions.
Stewed in a hopelessness,
Brewing in deep hunger.

Never did it dawn on me,
You would leave me to become crippled...
With desires just to feel your touch and kiss,
As we reminisce dreams...
No longer shared!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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